Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 43

Spencer floored the gas pedal all the way to Dorsey International, and when he reversed to park beneath the towering edifice, he scraped a Lamborghini that was just pulling into the spot next door.

Recognizing the familiar license plate, his brow furrowed with irritation as he stepped out of the car. Of all the rotten luck, he just had to run into this jinx!

A petite girl emerged from the other vehicle, her nose adorned with designer shades, her skin so smooth it almost glared in the sunlight. She glanced up at the imposing Dorsey Tower, slid her sunglasses off, and let out a sharp whistle that cut through the hustle and bustle of the crowd before tossing them carelessly back into her car.

The tattoos covering her exposed, pale arms belied her girlish demeanor, giving her an air of rebelliousness.

Upon s

seeing Spencer, she turned and greeted him with a casual swagger. “Spencer.”

Tiffanie Harkins, clad in a crop top tank, slung her purse over her shoulder with a flamboyant toss.

“I heard you got the boot from Maxie, and that Brielle got bumped up to director?”

through boyfriends like seasonal outfits. She was the black sheep

the rose tattoos adorning her arm, his

an unladylike yawn. “Just got back from the family estate. Uncle Ryan’s getting an earful from granddad. Broke a

avoid further entanglement, Spencer made to head upstairs to settle scores with

of cash, simply called for a tow to the garage and flashed a toothy grin

flicker of disgust passed through Spencer’s eyes at the sight of her dressed so inappropriately, daring to

was the time for executive meetings; making a scene now

stepped out first, her familiarity with the place

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nonchalantly.

The document circulated by Dorsey International the

speak out against the man seated before

gaze, briefly noting the newly promoted Brielle before returning to the matter at hand. “Any additions to the

chair, licked her lips, and caught her name amidst the discussions. Her eyes met Max’s just as a beam of sunlight glinted

“Ms. Haywood?”